Forensic Science, Wednesday 2/14, 5th period

[cheerfulgoth.livejournal.com]

There were wee heart lollipops alongside the lab coats this week as the students filed into the Danger shop. Abby was sitting on one of the lab counters, her pigtails held up with bright red fuzzy ties.

"Happy Valentines Day, guys! Eat your suckers during the lecture because you are not going to want to take them into the practical this week." Grinning at the students, she clapped her hands. "This week we're going to be using the forensic skills you've learned to find out what happened at a crime scene. The only catch is that you won't be the only people there this week. You'll be dealing with other departments, people who will be in charge, people who might mess up your crime scene. As always, you want to figure how what happened to the victim, but this week you're going to learn how to deal with firemen and cops. Cooperation is key, guys. You're an important part of the team so don't let them walk all over you...but don't get too uppity. They can throw you off the crime scene. Today that'll mean you get a lower grade but in the field it'll mean that you can't do your job and evidence could get lost or destroyed while they wait for a replacement."

Passing out handouts and messenger bags to each of the students, Abby talked a little about the tools that they'd find inside. A camera for crime scene photos, several evidence bags and vials, notebook and pens, and most importantly, identification. "Crime scenes can be like circuses and being the lab geek means that not everyone at the scene will know who you are. Unless you want to be tossed into the back of a police car, keep your ID on you at all times."

Opening the door of the lab, she ushered the students through. Instead of walking into the crime scene like usual, the scene was set outdoors. They stood in front of a burnt out shell of a house, still smoking in places as NPC firefighters crawled over it. The stench of burning wood was heavy in the air as Abby directed them to three firefighters who were waiting near the front door.

"Go get 'em!"

[ooc: OCD up! Go ahead and play!]

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Firefighters

[cheerfulgoth.livejournal.com]

Pippi, Annette and Dean, the three firefighters were standing by the front door; ready to take the students through the house to the crime scene. Don't they look hot in their gear?

[ooc: Wait for the firefighters to ping in first, please! There's three of them so try and even things out when getting one of them to take you through]

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[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi stands by the front door, acting like a tough-as-nails fire-person.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Pippi." Parker tapped her Crime Scene Investigation ID on her lab coat, and coughed a little from the dissipating smoke. "Ready to guide me through the wreckage?"

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[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Interestingly enough, Pippi, who had taken Jarod's "pretending" class, sort of based her tough-as-nails firefighter persona on Parker.

"Hey Parker." she said glancing at the ID. "Sure thing, it's still a little hot in there but it's safe enough. You got good shoes on?"

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker held up a foot encased in a steel-toed boot. "I don't want anything breaking my toes in there. These work?"

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[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Hey Pippi. Can I get to the crime scene?"

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[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi turned a critical eye on Broots.

"Do you have your ID, good boots, and a turnout coat?" She asked looking him over.

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[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots pulled out his ID. "One out of three?"

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[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette pushed her firefighter goggle like glasses back up on her nose and hooked her thumbs through her red suspenders at her waist. She chewed some bubblegum as she waited for the students to arrive, popping bubbles and maintaining her authoritive stance with her booted feet braced apart.

Every now and then she would rock back on her heels and snap her suspenders. She did wish there was a firefighter dog though. She could really go for one of those.

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[twohalvesofaphd.livejournal.com]

Zack came up to Annette. "I'm here to see the body."

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[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"S'that right? Well buddy-boy, I'm here to see your ID first." Annette lowered her voice a little, you know, to appear more stern.

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[twohalvesofaphd.livejournal.com]

Zack unclipped his ID from his coat and handed it over to Annette.

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[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Mac stared at Annette for a moment before making her way over.

"That's a different look for you," she commented.

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[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette gave her a crooked grin. "My firefighter fashion statement."

Then she cleared her voice and hooked a thumb over her shoulder. "Suppose you want in the house to do your lookin' around?" Real authoritive like.

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[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Mac shrugged. "Cute look," she remarked.

"And yeah, much as I would rather not see dead things, the class does call for it."

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[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy attatched his ID to his jacket and approached, clipboard, evidence bags and latex gloves at the ready.

He sure didn't remember Barbeque chewing bubblegum, but to each their own he supposed.

"Bit a mess huh." he greeted her.

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[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette looked at Billy and popped a bubble, then she leaned close to get a good look at his ID. "What kind of shoes you wearing and that's not the right kind of coat. You need a turnout coat. Want me to lend you one, or you got your own?"

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[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"I'd appreciate that yeah." Billy nodded. "And later when we're not in charector I need to apologize for monday."

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[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean stood at the door, waiting. He may have been enjoying playing a fireman a little too much.

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[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana made sure her ID was showing and walked up to one of the firefighters. "Hi, she said. "I'm Lana Lang one of the crime scene investigators. I was told you'd be able to take me to the scene."

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[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean looked her over. "Not until you're dressed properly. Go get a turncoat and boots. We don't need any more additions to the casualty list."

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[swerval_zero]

Zero approached Dean, her ID conspicuously clipped to her jacket. Sure, she had the wrong hair color in the picture, but these things happened. "Hey, Dean. Mind escortin' me about?"

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[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean made a show of looking at her id closely. "You really should get your picture updated," he told her. "And sure -- as soon as you suit up. No one gets in without boots or a turncoat."

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[imissmydolphin.livejournal.com]

"I need to get in to see the crime scene." He showed his ID.

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[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean checked the ID, then nodded. "Go get suited up and I'll take you up."